Love is a force to be reconned with.
And as we try to control it, it will tear us down.
When we try to accept it, it will twist our minds and ways.
And when we try to understand it, it will leave us lost, wondering and confused.
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Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020
